Walk On By Logic. Produced by C-Sick. Album Young Sinatra: Welcome to Forever. Walk On By Lyrics. Walk on by Walk on by Walk on [Verse 2] They call me Logic, yeah that’s L-O-G-I-C. Lyrics to 'Walk On By' by Logic. Who would have thought that painting pictures 'bout being broke / Would get me rich just like dealing coke Discovered 16927 times using Shazam, the music discovery app.
Who would have thought that painting pictures 'bout being brokeWould get me rich just like dealing cokeLike big brother used to do so we could stay afloatI heard them guns outside my window, them gangsters would talkThought about the life I wanted, picked up the pen and then wroteWhile they was firing, you could hear sirensFrom people dialling and women crying in the phoneI was in the zone, trying to make a livingHeading to work in the morningNobody felt like I was mourning, as my dream was deceasedUntil I quit my job, then my work ethic increasedElevated to levels I ain't ever seenStacking this cream, living the American dream nowI'm going crazy, I ain't slept in daysDreaming of Michael Jordan money like I slept in J'sAlways shouting out my team 'cause I get all the playsBut they the ones that motivate me on depressing daysSee I'm from Maryland where cats draw gats like animationFrom the smallest altercation, that can lead determinationWith a rapper on every corner, like the rest of the nationPassing bars back and forth like legal examinationsAs a youngin I was running wildMe and my homies skipping school, puffing on that loudDoing shit just to do it, 'cause we wasn't allowedI thought I understood the world, but I was still a child, yeahNow when my momma was at home drinking, thinking 'bout the billsI was dreaming 'bout the mills, running round looking for thrillsI guess this is how it feels when your memory spills onto the pageAnd paints a picture of another ageBack in West Deer Park, chilling with shorties after dark'Cause when the sun is down, the police always want us down'Til we get older and hustle, now they try'na gun us downWe just trying to make a living off of what we've been givenWassupWalk on byWalk on byWalk onThey call me Logic, yeah that's L-O-G-I-CI ain't rucked up in them bitches, I just write 'bout shit I see'Cause these lyrics set me free, fuck the world, let me beAnd when I feel like I can't write, that's when I hit the MPCMy talent limitless, my time limited so listen upIf you can't see the shit I see, you better get your vision upI'm the king, watch me reign, born to rule my domainAlbum ain't even in stores, they trynna sue me for my nameShit insane, so berzerk, never complained, I just workChasing after my dreams like them high school skirtsBack as a youngin, spitting game, try'na get the nut inLiving life to the fullest 'cause them little things ain't nothingMy flow un-killable when I be murdering syllablesBut I take my time, slow it down, check the rhymePerfectionist to the dime, from the womb to the tombI be rapping 'til I'm dying, doing everything I loveThat's the life of a don, skipping school, sipping liquorTry'na get this money quicker, bad bitches, good weedThat's the type of shit I need, lyrics bleed from my mind stateElevate my mind and watch it rise like the crime rate'Cause sometimes I be high, and sometimes I be lowAnd sometimes I do shit I thought I'd never do beforeMy life is like a movie role that's starring meGot these women on meI hit the club with all my homies, and the drinks is on meAt the crib with the shorty that I met at the spotPretty eyes, nice lips, Grey Goose what she sipsPut my hands on her hips, 'til she puts them on her titsFreak bitch, want the dick, biting on her finger tipI only fuck with nice girls, I never do this type of shitI'm thinking 'bout hitting it raw, shit I must be wiling outBut that pussy wet as hell, I think it's time to end the droughtThen I guess she could be burning, and that's not what I'm aboutSo I dipped out, to live another day and die another night'Cause when I'm gone that ain't go'n be the song that they reciteWaddup
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